Do you remember when we danced like wistful fools?
I was always mesmerised by your countenance
At every angle, your face was like sustenance
So much so I'd get misty-eyed, kicking over toadstools.
Till you told me you loved me
Then we'd go hand in hand, kicking russet red leaves
Whilst they were still raining down from the trees
Do you remember the chestnut glimmer in your eyes?
When we were alone do you remember crisp blue skies?
And a kiss like a burning sun sweet as an autumn plum
Ooh, at every angle your face was like sustenance
And I haven't finished eating you yet.
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